I am still in shock. Ryan Davis, the host of a damn good podcast I listen to every week called Giant Bomb died last week. The news is only hitting us now, and I can't explain why I am so sad. I never met him and quite frankly, I was always a big fan of the site because of Jeff Gerstmann who I idolized as a "Speaker of Truth" in a corrupt money-hungry videogame world.
So why am I sad for the loss of I man I never knew and who I didn't worship as a hero? Maybe because he was my friend.
He didn't know it, but when I felt depressed (and trust me, that happens a lot!) watching a quick look or a feature with Ryan hosting would never fail to cheer me up. On my loneliest nights I could always hear his jokes on the podcast and feel like someone who understood my humor was talking to me, directly.
I guess I was surprised when I realized I was so depressed over this news, but taking all of these emotions within myself into a account, it is no wonder how at a loss I feel. The show will never be the same, and no one will ever replace him.
I always hate it when people say things like "no one will ever replace him" or "he was one-of-a-kind", but in this case it certainly feels appropriate. I will miss you Ryan Davis. I will always appreciate the great times you have gifted us with.
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